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THE NIGHT The night is tender and its heart is wide, just like the cows I saw in Indian cities. So, without any delay, I disappeared into its soft soul.
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Oct 6, 2025
Oct 6, 2025 at 6:50 AM UTC
THE NIGHT
THE NIGHT The night is tender and its heart is wide, just like the cows I saw in Indian cities. So, without any delay, I disappeared into its soft soul.
anwarghani
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Oct 6, 2025
Oct 6, 2025 at 6:50 AM UTC
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